"How can I go away now ?" he said.
She only smiled at that reckless forgetfulness of the promise, by which he had bound himself a few minutes since.

"What did you tell me," she asked playfully, "when you called yourself by hard names, and said you didn't deserve my love ?" Her smile vanished softly, and left only a look of tender entreaty in its place.

"Set me an example of firmness, Ovid--don't leave it all to me! Remember what you have made me say.
Remember"-- she only hesitated for a moment--"remember what an interest I have in you now.

I love you, Ovid.

Say you will go." He said it gratefully.